Brant
I’m going to lose my mind. I’m going to lose and get locked away forever. Tell Alex he can have my music collection.
I slam the door behind me as Abby struts off to her room. I glare after her, and then get distracted by the bounce of her ass.
Fuck.
Don’t fuck your roommate.
Don’t fuck your roommate.
Don’t fuck your roommate.
Don’t fuck your roommate.
Don’t fuck your roommate.
I slam the door to my room. Open it. And slam it again. Then I pace my room.
Fucking cereal. Fucking spoon. Fucking Yoga pants. Fucking Yoga. Fucking Abby. Fucking little minx.
This is bullshit.
When did the tables turn? I was the one in control for fuck’s sake. Now all of a fucking sudden Abby decides she’s a little temptress and she’s testing me. She’s testing my patience and my control. Last night at camp was bad enough. I didn’t want to do it. Ok, that’s a lie. I totally wanted to do it. I wanted to do more than I did. But I wasn’t going to. I was going to be good. Just treat her to a nice time out in the woods. Then she took her clothes off and it all went to hell.
I groan in frustration and tug my shirt over my head. Then I start pacing again.
I don’t know what to do with myself. My dick is already chafed from all the jerking off I’ve done since last night. I need a fucking distraction. I go to the kitchen and grab the basket and backpack on my way. I empty the basket onto the kitchen counter and get pissed off when everything falls onto the floor instead. I spot the half empty bag of marshmallows and, picking it up, I throw it at the nearest wall. I don’t care if it makes a mess, I don’t care if Abby has a tantrum about it. That’s what I tell myself as I pick them up one by one. I need to get out of this apartment. Away from her.
I grab the backpack and head down to the laundry room. I stick my hand into the backpack and of course the first thing it pulls out is her torn panties, still damp from our skinny dipping. Would it be weird if I sniff it? Yes. Yes, that would be weird. I stuff the torn fabric into my pocket instead and then dump everything else in the washing machine. I drop my coins into the slit and push the lever in. Twice. And hard. Like I’d like to pound into Abby. Fuck’s sake. I frown at the machine like it’s all its fault and then go back upstairs.
I stand in my bedroom with my hands on my hips at a complete loss for what to do. Shower. Yes. A shower. Ice cold. I grab the towel from my door and stomp to the bathroom but I’m stopped dead in my tracks at the open door. Abby is in there. Her hair is still wet from the shower she must have just taken. Droplets fall from the ends onto her smooth legs. Which she’s currently lathering with moisturizer.
I’m being punished. That’s it. I’m being punished for all my past sins. I wonder briefly if it’s too late to go back and apologize to Chantal but get distracted when Abby reaches forward to rub moisturizer on her ankles. That tiny little towel inches up and gives me a perfect view of her…
“Fuck.” I mutter and slam the bathroom door. “Close the fucking door when you’re in there.” I sound angry. Fuck, I AM angry. I hear her soft laughter from behind the door.
How much more of this am I supposed to take?
I stalk back into the living room and spotting my laptop on the table I decide a movie is exactly what I need to get my mind off Abby. Something violent and full of explosions. Bonus if there’s body count of above fifty. I make my selection and when the familiar opening scenes of Crank start flickering on the screen I lean back and get comfortable on the couch. I love this movie. I’m just at the part where Jason Statham is destroying a TV set with all the anger and frustration I feel inside when Abby comes strutting into the living room. She’s wearing tiny little sleep shorts and a t shirt so worn out that I swear to god I can see the color of her nipples through it. I clench my fists and ignore her.
“Shall I make us dinner tonight?” I narrow my eyes at the TV, pretending not to hear her. “Maybe I will make some hot dogs. We never ate them yesterday.” Her tone is innocent but I know what she’s up to. She’s trying to break me. Make me fuck her. And goddammit I’m so fucking tempted. No, I’m past tempted. This is fucking torture. When she leaves to go to the kitchen I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding.
She comes back with a plate of hot dogs and two beers, she sticks her ass in my face as she bends down to place them on the table and I try to avert my eyes. I wonder if she’s wearing any panties under it. “Want some?” She looks back at me over her shoulder, still bent over.
My eyes grow big until I understand that she probably means a hot dog and not a piece of ass. “I’m not hungry.” I grumble and train my gaze back on the screen.
“Suit yourself.” She shrugs and comes to sit next to me. Too close. She wriggles to get comfortable but then deciding that’s not good enough she lifts my arms and crawls underneath it to get comfortable.
“What are you doing Abby?” I grit out between clenched teeth.
“I’m cold.” She blinks up at me like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.
I groan and get up. I stalk to her room and then come back with the blanket I ripped off her bed. I throw it at her and then sit on the very edge of the couch. I watch her lips stretch over the hot dog from the corner of my eye and my dig my nails into my palms at the little moans of pleasure she gives at the taste. I glare at the screen but see nothing so when the sounds of loud sex rings in my ears I’m sure I’ve finally lost my mind. I blink rapidly at the screen and as the sight of Jason Statham driving into his girl with a whole bus of people watching comes into view I raise my eyes to the sky. Why am I being tested like this? I grit my teeth and pray for mercy when Abby starts her fidgeting again. I open my mouth to tell her off but my mouth gapes when I look at her and see that her hand is under the blanket and her hips are grinding into it. I’m completely dumbstruck until she lets out a tiny moan and I start to sputter.
“Abby, jesus.” I rip the blanket off her and my body turns to ice when I see she has her hand slipped inside shorts.
“Brant,” she moans my name and her hooded eyes turn to me. In a flash I have her body pulled under mine and the hand that was just in her shorts is pinned above her head. I didn’t think it through, however, and the smell of her on her hand slams right into me.
I growl. I actually fucking growl at her. “I know what you’re doing Abby, and it won’t work. No matter how hard you try I am. Not. Going. To. Fuck. You.” She meets my glare head on.
“What if I beg?” I close my eyes. Jesus.
“You won’t know what you’re begging for, baby.”
She lets out a frustrated little sound and lifts her hips to try and rub herself against my crotch. “Please, Brant.” The sound of her begging nearly breaks me.
“Go to your room, Abby. Go to your room and lock your fucking door.” I shove off the couch and angrily stride to my room. I just reach my door and have my hand on the handle when another moan reaches my ears.
“Please, Coyer.”
That.
Fucking.
Does.
It.
I stalk towards her, only one purpose in mind. The buttons on my jeans are tugged open and the zipper is down before I even reach her. In mere seconds I have her legs up around my waist and her body pressed against the nearest wall. I shove my cock into her pussy still covered by her shorts.
“Is this what you fucking want?” I drive my hips into her again. I smile at the shocked little gasp she gives. Grabbing her hand I suck the taste of her off her fingers. “So fucking good.”
The taste of her runs through me, as if it’s mixing with the blood in my veins, taking over any sense I may still have had. I put her down and turn her, pin her chest to the wall before I tug her shorts down to her ankles. I pin her arms above her head and spread her legs with mine. Pulling her ass out I enjoy the little scream off shock when my open palm lands on her ass.
“You having fun, little girl? You enjoy playing with me?”
Her ass grinds against my jeans in answer.
“You do, don’t you. Fucking look at you. So wet, making a mess of my jeans.”
I fall to my knees and grab an ass cheek in each hand, I lift and separate them so my mouth has better access to her glistening pussy. My mouth waters at the sight of her.
“This what you want, Abby?” I lick at her pussy and get a sense of satisfaction from her strangled moan. I spank her ass again. “Answer me. Is this what you want?”
“N... no. Brant, please.”
I stand up and turn her to me. I press her into the wall, my arms caging her and my mouth at her neck. “Then tell me what you want, baby.”
“I… I want you to fuck me.”
She did it again. That word on her sweet lips nearly did me in the last time she said it but this time… this time I’ve crossed the brink of no return. I pick her up and carry her to my bed, kissing her the entire way. I don’t break the contact of our lips even as I lay her down, not even when I fumble in my drawer for a condom. I only break it when I tear the wrapper with my teeth and shove my jeans down to smooth the latex over my cock. I fist it in my hand, clenching it until it hurts. I just need a little bit of control so I can make this good for her.
“I’m sorry, Abby.” I whisper when I brace my weight on my arms on either side of her. “I’m sorry. But I don’t know if I can go slow.”
I rub the tip of my cock against her folds, the heat of her causes my body to jerk and I have to grab onto the sheets to keep from just thrusting into her. I look into her eyes and my breath hitches at the sight of her. Her pupils are dilated, a wild look in them. Her hair is a curly mess on my pillows, her lips swollen from my kisses.
I close my eyes and count to twenty. “Baby,” I whisper when I open them again. “If you want to stop, you need to tell me. If I go any further there’s no going back. I... I don’t know if I can stop what’s going to happen once I get inside you.”
She reaches for my mouth and her legs fall open under me. She’s grinding her wet cunt over my cock it feels as though I am going to break apart if I don’t get inside her right this second.
“Please, Brant. Please I want to feel you inside me.”
I thrust into her, she’s so wet I slip right into her wet heat. The world stops then. My eyes close at the sensation. My heart is about to explode out of my chest and I don’t even know if I’m breathing. All I feel is her, all around me. Holding me together and tearing me apart. Her pussy is like a vice grip around my shaft and I hold still, waiting for her to adjust to my size. She gets impatient and wriggles underneath me, her pussy clenching around me.
“Jesus, baby, you need to keep still for me, ok?” I will take her like a wild animal if she doesn’t stop doing that. I take her mouth in mine and pull my hips back, bite at her lip as I enter her again. Her nails run down my back, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. I thrust again but I can’t get deep enough inside her. I can’t fuck her hard enough. I grab a fist full of hair and pull her head back. I give up trying to control my thrusts and I push into her so hard her breath hitches.
“So. Fucking. Good.” Each word is punctuated by a hard thrust and the way her pussy tries to hold onto my cock when I pull back drives me over the edge. I fuck her so hard the bed moves under us. If it wasn’t for the headboard I’d have pushed us both off this bed already. Her back arches and her nails dig into my ass. I hiss at the pain but I don’t stop. I thrust and grind and fuck her until her body tenses. I know she’s close and Jesus Christ I need her to come now or I will explode.
“Brant.”
The sound of her scream rings in my ears and all I can hear now above the ringing sound it leaves behind is the sound of my heart beating in my ears. She finally comes. Her pussy is so fucking tight around me, I feel her thighs begin to quake at my sides and I duck my head so I can capture the sounds of her orgasm in my mouth. I feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine, it only takes one more thrust until I’m taken over the edge with her.
I collapse on top of her, the sweat from our bodies mixing. I wait for my breathing to even and the familiar feeling of wanting to get the fuck out of there to reach me, but it never comes.
I lift my head to look at Abby. She’s blissed out. There’s a serene look in her eyes as she looks up at me. A flush on her cheeks.
“Jesus.” I whisper. She’s so fucking beautiful.
I place gentle kisses on her mouth but she’s not here with me. She’s still floating on air, unable to speak. I wonder when the feeling of needing to get out of here will come but as I fall asleep next to her, the final thought on my mind is: I hope it never does.
I’m woken by an unfamiliar noise. At first I think I’m in that weird place between dreaming and waking up when I hear it again. I open my eyes and frown. Something feels different. My eyes shoot open and I spot Abby creeping around my room. She has a sheet wrapped around her and she’s trying to tiptoe to my door. I smile as I watch her until she has her hand on the door.
“Where are you going Abby?”
She freezes and then slowly turns around to face me, guilt written all over her face. I sit up in bed.
“Where are you going, Abby?” I repeat my question. I ignore the feelings of anger creeping up in me. Was she just trying to leave me? Where was she even going to go?
“I... I thought you’d want to…” She trails off and looks at the ground.
“I’d want to what?” I press.
She shrugs. “I didn’t know what to do…”
“Abby,” I throw my feet off the bed and sit on the edge. “Come here.” She edges towards me slowly and stops a few feet from me. “I said come here.” When she comes to a stand before me I look up at her. Her expression is unsure. “Drop the sheet.” The hand that’s clutching to the sheet twitches. “Abby, drop the fucking sheet.” She drops it and I take my time looking her over. There’s a bruise on her hip from when I held onto her. My mouth goes dry. “Abby,” I pull her closer to me. “Abby,” I kiss the bruise gently. “I’m so sorry, Abby.”
“It’s ok... I’m kind of proud of it.” I’m shocked at her statement and look up at her face. The smile on her face tells me she’s being sincere. God, this girl.
I rip the sheet still tangled around my waist off me and lean back on my arms. “Get on my lap.” I order. She swallows as she takes me in. “Abby,” I repeat before she finally straddles my thighs and bites her lip. “Get on my dick, baby.” My voice is soft, goading. She inches forward, my tip ready at her entrance. “Look at me. Take my dick and put it inside you.” Her hand reaches between us and as she curls a tentative hand around my dick. I curse softly. She inches down on me and I grab her hips with my hands. I take her face in my hands and let the sensation of her wet heat surround me. “Ride me, Abby.” I control her slow pace with my hands until she finds her own rhythm. “I’m so sorry I hurt you, baby. But this,” I thrust into her. “Is the only thing you need to be doing. From now, until you get sick of me.” It’s the last thing I say before I let her take me.